Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 18: Homecoming

   "Hello?" Mike's whisper carried up the dark stairs but found no reply.

   When he left the house earlier, he knew that Sara planned to confront
their eldest daughter, Cat, about what the teenager had been up to, as well
as what had been going on in the house over the past weekend.

   Mike knew that he had always been prone to assume and expect the worst.
To him it was both a blessing and a curse.  When things were bad, it let
him plan ahead and be prepared.  When things were good, it made it hard for
him to enjoy the moment, always checking in the dark corners for the
bugaboos that might leap out unexpected to ruin it all.

   That was why when he left the house he did his best not to think about
how Sara and Cat's conversation would transpire.  The situation was
entirely out of his hands and there was nothing he could do to affect the
results.  He knew that he'd probably just worry himself into the Emergency
Room if he did think about it too much.

   If nothing else, the past couple of days had taught him to expect the
unexpected.  Nothing seemed too out of ordinary to throw him now.

   Even with all that considered, the last thing he expected was to come
home to a completely silent and dark house--which was exactly the
circumstance that presented itself to him now.

   He stood at the bottom of the stairs and took a deep breath.  He tried
to quell the sense of dread that was doing it's best to worm its way into
his mind.  He just kept repeating to himself, "Everything is going to be
just fine."

   The notion seem naïve even to him, but it did give him enough confidence
to at least start moving forward.

   With a sense of trepidation, he started to climb the stairs.  Midway up
he started to hear the low murmur of voices.  He couldn't make out the
words being said, but the tone was calm, which helped to reassure him ever
so slightly.

   He thought about repeating his call, but it seemed kind of cowardly to
do.  Instead, he decided he'd confront this straight on.  Not being the
passenger to it all that he felt he had been when he let his wife take the
lead in talking with their daughter.

   "Hello?" He repeated as he cautiously stuck his head around the
doorframe.  He kept his eyes closed, wanting to be seen but not
see--wanting to spare the dignity of the occupants and whatever they might
be doing.

   "Oh." Sara's voice sounded surprised.  "You're back already."

   He could hear slight shuffling on the bed that he knew dominated their
bedroom.  The sounds of the sheets being shifted, the almost imperceptible
squeak of the mattress springs adding to it.

   There was the unmistakable scent of sex to air the air, which seemed to
be amplified by the darkness he kept his sight in.  The smell urged him to
open his eyes, and he could imagine the tendrils of scent pulling at his
eyelids, the way the smell of cheese always seemed to drag the mouse along
in those old cartoons.

   "Already?" He fought to keep his eyes closed, even though the temptation
burned in the back of his skull.  "We've been gone for hours."

   "Oh." Sara's voice was more thoughtful now, "We must have lost track of
time."

   Numerous possible replies to that statement came to Mike's mind.  Some
humorous, others disappointed, even a couple of envious ones.  None of them
seemed appropriate to the situation.

   "I asked Angela and Ben to stay downstairs while I checked on you." He
squished his eyes more, fighting off the urge to open them.  The effort
made moisture well up that he could feel in the corners of his eyes.

   He felt anxious now; he wanted to know how the afternoon had gone for
Sara.  He wanted to know what they had talked about.  How it had went, but
he wasn't one to pry.  He was sure that his wife would share the results
soon enough.

   The smell and sounds seemed to dictate the story on its own.  Both of
them combining in his mind and igniting his imagination to levels of
depravity he hadn't even considered while climbing the stairs.

   "Well," A new voice entered the conversation now and even though he
recognized Cat easily, Mike's first impulse was to open his eyes to get his
bearings.  "I'm going to take a shower."

   Mike focused his concentration even harder, furrowing his brow to keep
his eyes closed.  He could hear the familiar squeaking of the bed as
someone got out of it.  Followed by the sound of footsteps approaching him,
all of which was making it even harder to concentrate on keeping his eyes
closed.

   He was startled by the sudden touch of a hand resting on his chest and
for a moment he was having a hard time identifying whose hand it might be.
Then a set of lips kissed him on the cheek, before whispering.  "I'll be
showering alone, thank you."

   There was a slight giggle to Cat's voice, as if she was having some sort
of enjoyment at his expense.  An additional laugh was heard deeper in the
room as Sara joined in on the joke.  He felt like he had come in to the
punch line and missed all of the joke's set up.

   Keeping his eyes closed had now become a loosing battle.  He opened them
just in time to see his daughter, completely naked, walking the hallway
quite naturally-as if nothing was even the slightest bit away from the
norm.

   His eyes dropped down to her pale butt, watching the way it bobbed as
she sauntered away from him.  It was truly a marvelous sight to behold, one
that before this morning, he hadn't even considered imagining.

   "You know," Sara chided, recognizing what he was looking at.  "You could
have just opened your eyes before."

   Mike turned his attention back to the bedroom, for the first time seeing
Sara lying on top of the bed, on her stomach.  Her head close to him, at
the foot of the bed.  The image of Cat over her, the pair of them locked in
a torrid 69 position flashed in his brain, forcing him to catch his breath.


   Mike gave his wife an embarrassed shrug, feeling like he was just caught
with his hand in the cookie jar.  Considering the events of the past couple
of days, the embarrassment seemed an absurd reaction to have, but old
habits died hard.

   "I was trying to be polite." He turned and looked down the hall again,
just in time to see Cat closing the bathroom door.  She wasn't paying him
the slightest attention; in fact, she seemed totally devoid of modesty.

   Her movements and her pose seemed just natural, for want of a better
description.  And he couldn't help but wonder if that's what made it all
the more exciting to him.  Had he seen this accidentally or if she had
intentionally posed for him like this, he was sure it wouldn't have been
half as exciting to him.

   Her feet were so pale that as she stood on the white tiles of the
bathroom floor it was hard to see where the ceramic gave way to her flesh.
His eyes followed up the length of her fawn-like legs, leading to the
profile of her ass, prominent against the back drop of the dark red shower
curtain.  He only had the briefest vantage of the curve of her small, pert
breasts before her hand absently reached for the bathroom door, swinging it
closed and cutting off his view.

   He swallowed again as he turned back to his wife, feeling the lust
starting to burn in his loins.  The situation had already started his cock
stirring in his jeans, but now it had grown into a full blown erection.

   "So, um," He stumbled for words, while walking more sure footed into the
bedroom.  His own needs fueling a straight forward approach.  "How did your
afternoon go?  I guess she took the news well?"

   Sara didn't bother to verbalize her answer; instead she rolled over onto
her back, showing him the strap on dildo that still adorned her hips.

   "Very well, I guess." He sat down and reached across the bed, giving the
toy a playful flick with one of his finger tips.

   Sara let loose a mewl of pleasure, squirming her hips as the other side
of the dildo rubbed against her pussy.

   "I told her about Ben and Stacey," Sara whispered in a licentious voice,
her hips continuing to grind down against the bed.  "And Disneyland."

   "Oh." Mike nodded, feigning recognition of the statement.  It took a
moment for realization to dawn on his face.  "Oh!"

   He placed a pair of fingers on the tip of the dildo that he imagined
having just been in his teenage daughter and started to rock it back and
forth.  "That old story again?"

   Sara nodded slowly, sighing lightly as the blunt end of the dildo
continued to rub against her stimulated pussy.

   "So you told her all about your sordid past then?" Mike teased, pulling
the dildo a bit away from her blistering cunt.

   Sara mewled pathetically at the sudden lack of attention to her
genitals. "I was a dirty girl."

   "You still are," As if a reward for her admission, Mike let the dildo
return to her skin, grinding it against her dripping lips.  "Now that
explains the shower joke."

   "Umhm." Sara moaned in agreement, her toes grasping at the discarded
sheet that lay crumpled at the foot of the bed.

   "I can't help but feel a little jealous," Mike continued to tease.  "He
got to have you before me.  And now this plastic got to have Cat before
me."

   Sara groaned somewhat apologetically, even though she doubted she'd have
changed a moment of it to suit him.

   "And naturally this trip down memory lane led to you fucking our teenage
daughter with a strap-on?" Mike taunted his wife with the sound of mock
disappointment in his voice.

   "It was incredible." Sara smirked, deciding to try and get the upper
hand.  "She was incredible."

   "And I missed it all." Mike frowned as his hands started to undo the
straps of the dildo, freeing it from Sara's hips.

   "Poor baby," Sara teased as she writhed in the bed.  "I saved myself for
you.  And right now I need to feel you inside me."

   The ribbon straps of the belt slid out from under Sara's butt as Mike
pulled the dildo away from her.  He carried it to the closet and put it
away for safe keeping like he was placing a baby into its cradle.

   He considered the possibility of having it bronzed, like they use to do
with baby shoes.  A nice little plaque underneath it, "Cat's First Lover,"
perfect for the mantle.

   He started to pull his shirt over his head as he walked to the bedroom
door, habit dictating his steps.

   "No," Sara protested with a slightly meek voice.  "Leave the door open."


   Mike dropped his shirt on the floor as he glanced back to his wife. 
Then he looked back to the door and shrugged.  "Sure.  Why the hell not?"

   Sara grinned mischievously in reply.  She felt parts of herself coming
into full bloom now.  Little urges and wants that she had kept well hidden
were now welcome to come to the surface.

   "So, ma'am," He unbuttoned and took down the zipper of his jeans as he
turned to face the bed, letting them drop on the floor without a flourish.
"How would you like it this afternoon?"

   Sara brought a thoughtful finger to her chin as she pondered the
question.  Her mind seizing on an answer quickly, but her playful mood
wanting to take it's time.  "Lay down.  I want to be on top."

   Mike raised an eyebrow, surprised at the somewhat traditional choice his
wife made.  He had honestly expected some strange position he hadn't heard
of before, like the 37th position of flowering lotus.  Something that he'd
initially protest, but after they were done, wonder why they hadn't tried
it before.

   "I want you to relax," Sara offered as the logic to her choice.  "I want
you to conserve a bit of your strength.  I have one more surprise for you
tonight."

   Mike blinked for a moment and considered inquiring about the surprise.
But right now he really just wanted to get himself inside her.

   "Well then," Mike pulled his boxers down as he crawled onto the bed,
dropping down onto his back with a thump.  "Have at me, woman.  Do what you
will."

   "Yum," Sara murmured as she immediately turned over and crawled across
her husband.  She intentionally dragged her soaked pussy up the length of
his leg, leaving a long smear of her juices on him.

   She moved up until she was straddling his hips and began to grind down
on him, drawing her engorged lips up and down the length of his shaft.  She
arched her head backwards, pushing her hips down against him, her hands
pressing down on his chest for support.

   "You want them to see, don't you?" Mike whispered up at his wife.  "You
dirty old lady.  You wanted me to leave the door open so that maybe one of
the kids would walk in on us?"

   "Yesssss..." Sara hissed in pleasure, her fingernails dug into his chest
as she ground down even harder.

   "You'd love for them to just sit and watch us, wouldn't you?" His
whispers melted into a rasp that matched her tone.  His torso quivered at
the surprising intensity of her clawing, but he made no effort to stop or
even calm her.

   "Oh god, yessss..." Sara moaned out, sitting up so she was astride her
husband, her hips continuing to drag up and down against him.

   Mike reached up to her chest, with the intention of helping her stay
upright.  His hands engulfing her small breasts and squeezing, her flesh
bulged out between his fingers.  Her nipples seemed to grow even more erect
than they already were.

   "Say it for me," Mike teased, squeezing even harder.  Her body tensed in
reaction, but the moan that came out of her was unmistakable.  "Tell me you
want them to see."

   "I want Angela to watch you fuck me." Sara groaned, "I want Ben to see
you fuck me in the ass."

   "Oh my," Mike replied with genuine surprise as he released his grip. 
"In the ass?  Fuck?  You really do need it, don't you bitch?"

   Sara whimpered at the use of the word, at other times it would have
repulsed her beyond measure, but right now, it just excited her even
further.  "I want Cat to see you make love to me.  I want her to know what
you'll do to her."

   "Well," Cat's voice unpredictably came from the bedroom door.  "I'm
watching right now, so let's see this show."

   Mike turned his head hastily, his hands still propping his wife up. 
Sara glanced over slowly, dreamily, too entranced in her own sensations to
find herself surprised.

   They both saw their eldest daughter standing in the doorway, her short
black hair still damp and plastered to the sides of her head.  A white
cotton towel was wrapped around her chest.  The hem barely reached to cover
her hips.

   "Don't let me stop you," Cat smiled, "please continue."

   Before Mike could even comment, he felt Sara drag her nails down his
belly.  Her hips lifting as her fingers wrapped around the length of his
cock.  All the while she never removed her eyes from watching Cat.

   Mike watched up with amused bewilderment at the look of lust on his
wife's face.  He glanced back at Cat just as he felt Sara's hands angle his
cock.  A loud moan of satisfaction groaning out of both of them as Sara's
pussy dropped down until he was completely buried inside her.

   A little smirk of enjoyment showed on Cat's face as she moved deeper
into the room.  She stopped alongside the bed where she had a perfect view
of the point of her parent's union.

   Sara's eyes never left her daughter's face as the teenager circled the
bed.  Sara's hips moving up and down on top of her husband, spurred on by
the watching eyes.

   Mike's hands released his wife's breasts, his fingers moving to
concentrate on her nipples instead.  Pinching them sharply to try and
challenge the focus of her attention.

   "Ow!" Sara swallowed hard, finally looking down at her husband again. 
Even though her face had an accusing stare of annoyance, her hips continued
to thrash up and down on him.

   "Sorry," Mike apologized, releasing his pinch.  "But if you keep
staring, you're going to make her uncomfortable."

   Sara stuck her tongue out at him as she lifted her hips high enough that
his cock fell completely out of her.

   "Besides," Mike stuck his own tongue out in reply.  "You were making me
feel uncomfortable, like I didn't need to be here."

   Sara's hands went back down on her husband, reaching for his cock again,
to reposition it.

   Cat couldn't help but snicker at the exchange between her parents,
"Here, let me help you with that."

   Cat gripped the base of her father's cock and held it upwards, pointing
it directly up at her mother's pussy.

   "Thanks." Sara murmured as she dropped back down, feeling him enter her
again, followed by their daughter's hand sandwiched between them.  Cat's
fingers quickly squirming their way out from between them.

   Mike thought about reaching out, grabbing Cat and dragging her into the
midst of things.  But he decided against it, he was sure she'd join in of
her own accord, when she was ready.

   Sara leaned back even further, angling her body away from him.  Her
hands dropping to the bed near his ankles.  He could feel the tip of his
cock pushing against her inner skin even harder now.  Her knees still
flexing, pushing her hips up, away from him, before she came roaring back
down against him.

   "I'm going to cum." He swallowed hard, barely able to mumble the warning
out.

   He could see their daughter still watching intently, licking her lips as
the words he said registered in her brain.

   Sara gasped in surprise, not having expected him to finish so quickly.
Before she could even protest she felt him twitch, heard the low groan come
out of him, then the warm wet feeling inside her growing.

   Mike closed his eyes again, all his energy focused on the moment that
was happening deep inside his wife.  He could easily picture the cum
shooting out of him, flowing out into her, worming it's way deeper inside
her.

   Mike's orgasm was just enough to send Sara to a climax of her own.  It
was a small one, not the one she had been craving, but it was enough to
sate her for the moment.

   "My turn now?" Cat asked, enthusiastically, while her parents were still
joined; before they had even managed to catch their breath.

   She still felt somewhat sore from her mother's fucking of her, but
watching her parent's spectacle re-ignited the fires in her.  She wanted
more and since last night, she'd wanted her father inside her.

   The words sounded like a dream come true for Mike.  He was never one to
be ready again so quickly, but even now he could feel himself rising to the
occasion.  "Just give me a moment, honey."

   "Oh, no." Sara protested, in a panting breath, catching both her husband
and her daughter by surprise.  Mike was about to voice his disappointment,
even as Cat was about to voice a protest.

   "You can wait a day or two longer, young lady," Sara chastised her
daughter, softly.  "First I think we need to get you to Dr.  Takisha."

   Both Cat and Mike looked at Sara in confusion, unsure of what that
statement had to do with anything.

   "She will get you on the pill," Sara rolled her eyes.  "Then your father
can cum inside you properly."